Disclaimer: I'm still not owing these characters...damn...Maybe I can persuade the writers to give me Nick...he's cute...
By the way: Please be gentle...it's my first fanfic...and English isn't my greatest language..as you may have noticed.

It isn't much better in the alley, only less windy and (hurray for me) less chilly.
Grissom and Brass are already wandering around the victim's body. Brass looks kind of cranky.
Then he sees us...and looks even more cranky. Oh boy..
I decide not to wait for him to start talking to me about being late and stuff and I walk up to him: "Hello uncle Jim, long time no see. Mom says hi".
Not stopping I brush past him towards the victim.
Behind me Brass says: "Hello you too Kristi. I see you've met Nick and Warrick. I also see the three off you are awfully late, so get starting already! David has already left".

Nick whispers to Warrick:" UNCLE Jim? Brass has a niece? Brass is Kristi's uncle? Poor girl!"
I laugh and turn around: "I heard that! Uncle Jim isn't really my uncle..he isn't even a relative. He's just a very good friend of my mother's."
Warrick grins: "Still: Poor you!"

Rolling my eyes I turn around again and see Grissom holding tweezers.
He's is gazing at something that is being hold by the tweezers. That something looks a dirty color white and is wriggling.
Ow yuck..that something is a maggot!: "Good evening Mr. Grissom. Tell me, what do we have today?"
Grissom hardly looks up from his pet: "Good evening Kristi, I see that you've arrived in one piece. The victim's male, about 25 year's old,
shot twice in the back and has been dead for at least.." He squints a bit harder at the wriggling maggoty thing "..32 hours".
He can tell all that from one little wriggly bug? Impressive..and very disgusting. But still...impressive.
"Do we have an ID yet?" "No, not yet, but then again, an ID is hard to obtain when the guy has absolutely no clothes on". Blink...stare...again..blink.
What? Did he really say that? He's kidding...right?

While still staring at Grissom in deep unbelief I slowly walk towards the body that's now being protected by a sort of tent like piece of plastic.
Carefully I peek beneath it. Ow damn...lesson number one Kristi...Grissom never jokes around. Warrick walks past me, straight to the garbage. I'm kneeling next to the body, to obtain a better view. At first I don't notice strange things..wait a minute...Blood isn't supposed to shimmer...right? Shining the beam from my flashlight at the wound I notice a lot of purple and silver colored glitters. Strange. With my tweezers I deposit some in a little plastic bag.

Looking up as I hear a crash, I see Warrick being covered by some garbage bags. A hilarious sight! Trust me, I can tell, I'm here to see it. Just try to picture me and me evil grin, because that's exactly what I'm doing now: "What are you grinning for?" Yikes! Jump. "Yeez, don't sneak up on me like that, I wasn't scared or anything..but if you'd do this to someone else, like an elderly person, they might die by a heart attack" I wasn't scared for a second, no really. He didn't scare me one bit. I can hear my heart beat like crazy while I wasn't being frightened by him sneaking up on me when I least expected it. I'm trying not to let him hear how he terribly DIDN'T scare me as I look up to him. Oh great, now hé has an evil looking grin on his face: "So, found something yet?" He asks, while crouching next to me: "Not much, just those glitters" I point with my flashlight again "I've heard stories about Las Vegas being all glamour and glitter, but those stories never mentioned people getting killed by those same glitters" Nick frowned as he looked closer at the glittery pieces: "Nice found" He compliments me: "for a rookie".

My head shoots up...what did he just call me?: "Did you found anything else?". Rookie? Me? Whatever gave him thát idea? I know I'm only 25 years old, but I bet I've sold more murders in my first year of service then he has in his whole life: "Hello? Kristi?" Oops...keep your thoughts together: "Sorry, I drifted off a little, erhm...I only found this ear wound. Well...ear wound...whoever did this made sure we shouldn't identify him by any clothing or jewelry. His ring is gone, and they tore his earring from his ear low" I pointed at the ripped ear low and the ring finger, a small band on that finger wasn't as tanned as the rest of the hand giving away the former presence of a ring.
Then we hear Warrick yell from underneath the filth: "I found his clothes!" Grissom reacts skeptical: "How do you know they're his? Why shouldn't they be from some tramp that has been hanging around here for a few days?" A smothered voice from under the bags replies: "Because these have 2 holes in the back". Yay...maybe we can get some clues from that t-shirt.

After 3 hours of searching the whole damn place Nick and I finally can go back to the lab. Everybody else has already left. Just when I've finished packing my equipment I see something shimmer underneath a few garbage bags. What's this then? A wedding band!! I gently pick it up and drop it in another little bag.. Finally..something that may lead to a name. Maybe I can proof to Nick this way that I'm definitely NOT a rookie. Not that I care if he does think I'm a rookie. I mean..he's just so very not interesting to me. Besides, he looks like he can have every girl he wants. Click. I freeze at my spot. A click in an abandoned alley usually doesn't mean much good news.. Turning around I see a pistol, and this particular pistol is being pointed somewhere between my eyes. Nope, I think this doesn't fit in the category "Good things that can happen to you" Erhm..Someone help? Gulp.